Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

There are those who fight easily, and there are those who fight hard. Many of the designs of the Grand Canteen are based on the goal of defending against the threat of Chaos, so it is not surprising that such results can be achieved now.

But the only planet that was armed to the teeth was the Canteen, and the rest of the planets were in bitter fighting. The regular armies and militia stationed on these planets relied on the defense line to barely block the demon's attack, and they also had to guard against the many aliens and filth that came out of the bloated structure of the hive.

"For the Emperor! Hold the line!" The roar of the Lamenter warriors hammered into the hearts of the militiamen, allowing them to muster the courage to face the endless terror in front of them again and again.

Some planets whose curtains were already fragile were in even worse condition. The cracks that opened were so huge that they could easily swallow the planet. Before the defenders had a chance to react, they discovered that what surrounded them was no longer the cold void, but the cold void. The malevolent Warp itself.

They looked up at the greedy eyes cast towards them and raised their weapons at the erratic demonic figure. In the administrative center, officials who had received training in the canteen intensely discussed countermeasures and asked the psychics assigned here to send out signals for help.

There will always be people who are overwhelmed by despair. A local official who was later recruited looked at the demons all over the planet and looked pale. He slumped in his chair and muttered to himself, "We are finished, the demons will eat us alive... We We should look for opportunities to escape instead of being buried with this planet."

Snapped!

He was slapped to the ground by a younger official. The young official pointed at his nose and yelled, "Coward! Cut five balls today, cut ten balls tomorrow, and then have to sleep overnight. Looking around , and the devil has arrived again! Where can you retreat to? To the Great Dining Hall? To Holy Terra? To the Golden Throne?"

The local official was too timid to say anything and just touched his burning face.

The tone of the meeting was thus set. The officers, soldiers and officials who were loyal to the canteen would never be conquered by terror. Even if they died, they would stand and die into the golden throne, instead of cowardly living under the claws of the devil.

This is the case in the star areas around the Grand Canteen, and the situation in the Ultramar star area far away from him is the same or even more difficult. Although this place is already well-known as a well-managed place in the empire, in Odemeyer's opinion, it is still a remote country that needs to be developed for a long time.

In addition, Guilliman was previously injured by the fallen Fulgrim and failed to complete the plan of the Ultramarines government. This has caused the Ultramar sector to be infected with many stubborn diseases common to the empire in the past ten thousand years of development.

Above the middle level of the hive city is a lair that can barely survive, and below that middle level is an abandoned area that even space warriors need to treat with caution. Countless rioting flames burned from bottom to top, and the demons used this to invade every corner.

Some planets that have not yet completed vaccination have not even put up a decent resistance. In just a few days, they have become the devil's playthings, and the equipment used for production and construction has also become a terrible torture tool used by the devil to torture twisted souls.

Guilliman, who was in Macragge, was buried in countless requests for help. He quickly read these messages and recalled the preparation status of the planets, so that he could have a rough judgment on how long each planet would last.

Undermount is the second batch of planets to be integrated, and it is also the capital of the Southern Division... They should be able to rely on the supplies from the canteen for several years.

Tawan is located on the edge and lacks strategic importance. It is one of the last planets ready to be integrated. There aren't many supplies up there, it's just an ordinary imperial world. If the Emperor bless them, they can rely on the church to support them for a while.

Guilliman's brows frowned more and more, and his mind could even imagine hundreds of billions of people wailing at the hands of demons. Calgar, Chapter Master of the Ultramarines, stood beside Guilliman. He was waiting for Guilliman's orders. Their slowly growing blade must appear on the most urgent battlefield.

At this moment, Guilliman's thoughts were interrupted by an urgent communication from an Ultramarines Captain. Guilliman remembered well the Captain and his warriors assisting the Ark Eldar in their defense of the Tree of Life. Although this tree of life is not as huge and spectacular as the one in the cafeteria, it is not much smaller. The life vaccines in the Ultramar sector are all supplied by the Tau trading fleet in the canteen and these trees of life.

"The great Primarch!"

Guilliman was unhappy with the Captain's words, and he did not like the Ultramarines' growing fanaticism. However, Guilliman did not express his inner emotions, but encouraged the company commander with his eyes to continue reporting.

"The tree of life he..."

"The Tree of Life is lost?!"

As soon as the company commander said this word, Guilliman's calm face was in danger of cracking. His mind was filled with images of the Tree of Life being desecrated by demons. This spiritual creation full of life would become Ultramar's nightmare.

The company commander was a little nervous by Guilliman's stern expression, but he still finished his next words quickly and completely, "The tree of life has not been lost, it has blossomed."

Flowering?

Guilliman was stunned and immediately brought a booklet at hand. These were some discoveries and insights Odemair had made while studying the nature of the Tree of Life. Guilliman had already read this book and knew the contents by heart. However, no matter how hard he recalled, he could not find any information that the tree of life would still bloom.

The tree of life will pull out twigs, shed leaves and branches, and a resin-like viscous substance will seep out from the bark, but the tree has never blossomed or bear fruit.

"Show me the condition of the Tree of Life."

The company commander acted quickly after Guilliman's order and focused the screen on the Tree of Life in the distance.

The Tree of Life, which was originally lush and green, was now gorgeous and colorful. Through the screen, Guilliman could see a sense of luxury and splendor. The Tree of Life in front of him could only remind him of the few that his brother Fulgrim had raised. A fragrant potted plant.

Is this a good change or a bad change? Guilliman felt a little melancholy. He was not good at dealing with things related to psychic powers.

But fortunately, he has several psychic consultants to consult.

Guilliman first looked at Think Tank Diglis, feeling that his understanding of the Tree of Life was not as profound as that of the Eldar, so he turned his attention to a prophet.

The Ark Eldar prophet who joined the New Spirit Department saluted Guilliman gracefully. He looked at the Tree of Life with extremely complicated emotions, and then replied to Guilliman under the jealous eyes of Think Tank Diglis, "This ...It should be a good thing. The pollen emitted by the Tree of Life is repairing those warp rifts."

"If that's the case, why do you qualify it with 'should'?"

The Seer grimaced, and could only explain honestly that he saw the expanding shadow of Slaanesh in the swaying and color of the flowers of the Tree of Life.